Regarding Shangguan Wan'er, Cheng Zheng chased her to death, but still couldn't get anything out of Ni Tu's mouth, so he felt that Ni Tu was really a master.

Ni Tu felt very aggrieved and held back his anger.

"Ask me about her body proportions? I don't even know what she looks like. How can I know whether she is as big as a palm or two hands? It's really unreasonable!"

Ni Tu was resentful, but Cheng Zheng got drunk because of Shangguan Wan'er's topic. After drinking more than ten bowls of bad wine, he went to sleep with Shangguan Wan'er.

During the whole process, Ni Tu only took a sip of the wine and put down the clay bowl.

The taste is as bland as swill, with no color or aroma. Drinking it is like spoiled soda.

"Hey! I miss my old Maozi with soy sauce flavor."

Ni Tu unconsciously recalled the craftsmanship of making sauce-flavored sauce.

Two times of feeding, nine times of cooking, eight times of fermentation, seven times of wine extraction, long-term storage, and careful blending.

In simple terms, there are four highs and two longs, one big and one more. The four highs represent high-temperature koji making, high-temperature accumulation, high-temperature fermentation, and high-temperature wine flowing. The two longs represent a long production cycle, which lasts for one year; and the long storage time.

Generally, it needs to be stored for more than three years. One refers to the large amount of koji used, and the ratio of the amount of koji to grain quality is about one to one; one refers to multiple rounds of fermentation, that is, eight rounds of fermentation.

"Well, fortunately, in my previous life, I had a good habit of studying thoroughly, so I broke into the Tang Dynasty rashly. It can be considered a good retribution!"

Ni Tu finally felt relieved and glanced at Cheng Zheng, who was sleeping soundly. Ni Tu yawned unconsciously and stretched himself, preparing to lie down on the thick sheepskin blanket and have a good sleep.

"Report! Duke Lu is awake!" A soldier rushed in at the door, and it was Jia Er.

"Quick! Take me to see it!" Ni Tu's sleepiness suddenly disappeared and he jumped up suddenly, asking Jia Er to take him there.

Jia Er did not move his legs, but looked at Ni Tu awkwardly.

Listening to the thunderous snoring, Ni Tu finally understood and hurriedly reprimanded: "Hurry up and kick Captain Cheng awake."

Jia Er was very hesitant, not knowing whether the word "kick" was the right word.

"Listen to me, you're right!"

After Ni Tu finished speaking, he walked out of the tent.

Jia Shiwen timidly came to Cheng Zheng, looked at the captain who was sleeping deeply, and raised his right foot tremblingly...

"Ah! Captain, I was wrong! I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again!"

Screams like those of a slaughtered pig came from the camp.

Ni Tu listened to this cheerful music, hummed a song, and came to the camp. He straightened his clothes, wiped his face, and showed a look of compassion, and then he hurried into the camp.

"Gong Lu is awake? This is great!"

When Ni Tu broke in, he was shocked to see Cheng Yaojin half lying and half sitting, and a soldier was feeding him water with a spoon.

Doctor Tang Ji stood aside and answered carefully.

Cheng Yaojin waved his hand, and the soldiers feeding him with water retreated.

"Are you the immortal who saved me?" Cheng Yaojin stared at Ni Tu with his big dark eyes.

Only then did Ni Tu remember that he was just a newly promoted soldier, and he immediately greeted him as a soldier.

"Soldier Ni Tu pays homage to Duke Lu! I wish Duke Lu a thousand years of life!"

"Oh? Chitose? Hahaha! Good boy, good!" Cheng Yaojin was very happy to hear such a roar of mountains and tsunami.

When he learned that Cheng Zheng had promoted Ni Tu to Wen Lin Lang, Cheng Yaojin sighed deeply.

"Since Zheng'er has already won his love, I won't fight with this kid. You are a prostitute who can read and write, and you can write articles, so you naturally have a lot of clever ideas. I heard that you are also a disciple of a god, and you have many good ideas.

From now on, you must assist Zheng'er well, and you will have a share in making great achievements in the future."

Ni Tu curled up the corner of his mouth and cursed in his heart: What a big piece of cake! It’s a shame that he is a leader! He’s so good at controlling people.

"Thank you, Duke Lu!"

A soldier brought food and placed it on the small table in front of the bed.

Ni Tu frowned as he looked at these people drinking and eating meat. "The patient was unconscious before and has just recovered a little. His spleen, stomach and kidneys are still in a semi-stagnant state, and his endocrine system is already out of balance. Why are you still eating these greasy and strong foods? Don't you guys?

You are still worried that it will not be easy for Mr. Lu to go there. Could you please lend a hand?"

When Ni Tu said this, the soldier serving the food was so frightened that he hurriedly kowtowed to the ground and begged for mercy.

Doctor Tang Ji also opened his mouth and asked in confusion: "May I ask what is endocrine disorder?"

"It's just like the little lady..." Ni Tu suddenly felt a little blushing and hurriedly changed his words: "What I mean is that the yin and yang are imbalanced and the texture is disordered."

"That's it!" Doctor Tang Ji suddenly realized.

Cheng Yaojin glanced at the food and wine and shook his head. "Hey, I used to be able to eat three times this kind of food, but today I have no appetite. That's all, take it down."

The soldier then got up and took the food out respectfully.

"Gong Lu is weak and has to eat. You can eat something soft, such as tofu."

"What is tofu?" Doctor Tang Ji asked hurriedly.

Ni Tu was immediately speechless.

No way, you don’t even know about tofu? Knead the beans and eat tofu, grab two big handfuls at a time. The tofu is white and tender, and you can sleep well after eating tofu.

Stopping this popular children's song, Ni Tu recalled the history of tofu.

Tofu should have been invented during the Western Han Dynasty. When Liu An, the grandson of Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, was burning medicine and making elixirs on Bagong Mountain in Anhui Province, he accidentally used gypsum to make bean juice, so he invented tofu. It is already the Tang Dynasty, why has it not been popularized yet?

Come?

Looking at the very confused eyes of Dr. Tang Ji and Lu Guogong, Ni Tu finally understood that in this ancient world with limited information, even if someone invented it long ago, it might not be able to be popularized.

What's more, soybeans are still people's staple food. If you don't have enough to eat, who would dare to waste the food and make tofu?

Tofu is still a luxury item for people like them in Tang Dynasty.

"Tofu is made of white jade, and its taste is unbelievable. I am willing to make this delicacy for Mr. Lu, in the hope that Mr. Lu will be well and healthy as soon as possible."

"Very good! Just go ahead and do it. I'm waiting for your delicious food."

After telling Doctor Tang Ji some taboos, Ni Tu left the camp and was taken to the cooking camp by the soldiers.

As soon as he sat down on the low couch and looked at the food returned from Cheng Yaojin, Ni Tu felt his stomach growl and unconsciously reached out to grab a chicken leg and gnawed it.

The food-delivery soldier in front of him, who was almost scared to death, frowned and stared, full of resentment.

There was a man who looked like a chef standing next to him, rolling up his sleeves and walking up, as if he wanted to hit someone.

The soldier pinched his waist and ordered: "This is the living god who brought Duke Lu back to life today. He has been promoted to Wenlinlang by the school captain. He is here to make delicious food on the order of Duke Lu. Don't neglect it! Everyone is waiting.

Sent.”

When they heard that it was the living god, their expressions immediately changed from anger to expressions of incomparable reverence, and they humbly agreed.

"Here!"

After the soldier finished explaining, he left.

All the cooks stood at attention, staring at Ni Tu as he gnawed the two chicken legs clean.

"Hey! This tastes terrible! It tastes terrible!"

The head chef, Fatty Yuan, had a look of disdain on his face and muttered: "It tastes terrible, so I kept grabbing another piece of chicken!"

"This is called knowing the chicken and knowing the soup. You can try it a hundred times and never give up."

"Sir Wen Linlang, isn't it said that if you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger?"

"Uh... try it, try it! Do you have any tea? Bring me a bowl."

"What is tea? There is only good water here, not bad water. How can adults have such a hobby?"
Chapter completed!